Color Theory My Gift To You
Uncle flew in today
Grandma is on her way
A stocking stuffed
For each of us
Dizzy from the falling snow
Shying from the mistletoe
Gathered around the tree
Singing of Christmas dreams
That end in rhyme
Dreams far from mine
It never snows here in L.A.
And our family’s not that way
Still I hold a hope inside me
That brings me here today
This is my gift to you
Open it Christmas Day
Maybe my only chance to say
Something I never had the strength to say
This is my gift to you
Father I have one wish
No endless Christmas list
No fairy tales
No verbal veils
To hide behind on Christmas Day
Certain words are hard to say
Still I have the chance
To open my heart another way
I can open my heart another way.
